He was like a lyre
Like a cry of an arrow
vibrating in the air
He was a rainbow
And he still somewhere is
Good, free
he felt the world
Beautiful and abject
With the warm, sensitive shudder
Do you remember?
What was so special
About him?
He could still be here
But something inside him
Just broke
He wanted to jump
Too high

by Michelle Derzkowa

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